I wrote a thing...

[elisi]

I'm not really sure what it is. WELL. It's (the apparently obligatory) post-Good-Omens-Lockdown fic. Ficlet. Thing. Written out yesterday afternoon, barely edited, thrown up on AO3:

The Drunken Ramblings of Elfland

Summary: Aziraphale, having turned down Crowley’s offer of hunkering down together, carries on reading. He should maybe have chosen his reading material more carefully. Or at least gone easy on the cognac.

A minor crisis ensues.

(Is there such a thing as conceptual fic? If not, then there is now. What even is this?)


Only 823 words.

Comments

[owlboy]

existential panic aziraphale is best aziraphale 👌

[elisi]

I am glad you approve. ♥ (It literally wrote itself... Orthodoxy + Aziraphale = panic!)

[owlboy]

aye, this is exactly what i mean when i say he drives himself up the wall and needs crowley's endless patience to fix it

[elisi]

*nods a lot*

And if your world is governed by fairytale rules, then Orthodoxy can be quite alarming...

(Also, I wanted to refer to Crowley as ‘The solemn and star-appointed priestess at once of democracy and tradition.’ Because how could I not??)

[owlboy]

I LOVE the image of that, how seriously Aziraphale would say it and poor Crowley just being like ''it's too fucking early for this''

[elisi]

Exactly! :D

Poor Crowley. (this is my basic take on their conversation, because... so stupid.)

[owlboy]

oh i think crowley knew exactly what was going on in that particular conversation

[elisi]

I'm not disagreeing, but I do like the stupid angle...

[ragnarok-08.livejournal.com]

Great job!!!

[elisi]

Thank you! <3